ascension ~

16 Friday Nov 2012

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as longing to lead
wisdom unfurling –
words unpretentious
grow silent today
drifted the dreamer
when held by compassion –
as winter white sands
swept the springtime
away

sweet
indiscretion –
of fortunes to one
as pulled from the mountains
and pushed to the sail
beautiful stillness
paints our forgiveness –
in letters unopened
the truth to foretell

let me to wander
life as a sparrow –
floating on sunlight
ten feet off the ground
known as I’m knowing
to seasons
no stranger –

winter falls slowly
in places I’m found

destinies ~

16 Friday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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syllables counted
suitcases gone
as something reminds
our season to end –
when wore me back down
as wing’eds to flame
and the ways of the wanderer
starting
again

as something (made stronger)
than compass
to bend –
maps become lines
in the choice of retreat
passions (so easy)
as sunlight to shade
where closing
my eyes
the story repeats

as briar
and blossom –
willow to wren
keepers were seeking
of keys (stayed behind)
pages spill over
with moments of truth
as black splits the night
into echoes
of time

since the age
of deciding
another to chance
guarded recycles –
aquarius come
aligned with my stars
as the sky
(nothing more)
as once I was written
to rings by the sun

wait
as I will
a lifetime (much more)
ten thousand
so quickly
my path to retrace
by births unremembered
my heart wakes (anew)
as night folds –
yet steals not
my place

to the edge ~

15 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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of scattered few
a picture book –
and verses understood
was meaning more than e’er
the pen could find

what eloquence decided
by the poet to the page –
rhyme
when none would work
to speak my mind

of messages I left alone
and roads
forever winding –
willed me back into the ways
I was

fragile
as a falling leaf
tender as a tear
wandering o’er seasons
I was love

were not for this
these souvenirs
of mystery and minding
touch almost forgotten
by my skin

saved a place
for every year
breath as breath immortal
here am I –
and getting used
to knowing you
again

close ~

15 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry

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gather me trumpets –
queen anne
and clover
make of this hour
a memory of bliss
sail me to dream
on the wind of your wishes
wake me to promise –
with naught to resist

roll me in flannel
dress me in cotton
brush to my presence
the damp smell of wheat
one fleeting moment
shall garner eternal
a place on your smile
I was heaven to be

gone blue ~

15 Thursday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in folklore, Poetry

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bliss, cherokee, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, nature, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, truth, understanding, wandering, wonder

as thought to a moment
lotus gone blue
spinning my soul out of sight
love clings to wonder
the hand without hold
as warmth swept aside
when lonely
is come

as rush to the willows
the breezes of May
have carried
to spirit the secrets we saved
eastern to rise
as a once faithful star
come softly to nights
where I lay

were not for the one
to know of me now –
ages and graces undone
pull me beside
as stories retold
and I’ll fold to tears
every time

garner me truth
I can’t say I’ll know
tho once held the name
of another I knew
places somewhere –
they whisper of me –
as lotus too long
letting go

more than you ~

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

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of the man that I knew
not much
now the same –
and more than for time
I’ve remembered

the curve of a jaw
a faraway smile
and destinies pushed
to the edge
of the wall –

a soft side of something
I dare not give name
or seek in the finding
another so sweet
as was one
when we walked
amid places of light
and discovered forever
we could not
unlearn

pretending the worst
was torn from us first
even now
there’s a feeling of home
a strange recollection
of familiar reverbs
as echoes
returned –
in truth we became

was there reason
I’ve yet to recover
at all
as was light (more than you)
we remain

consequence of longing ~

14 Wednesday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, dreams, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, passion, reason, restless, resurrection, spirit, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

was a consequence
of longing –
this eagerness to please
the seeker (only seeking)
as were lovers
for release

were blessings found
relentless –
as waves upon the shore
as ripples of remember
touched the place
we loved before

were this time
our only season –
might I plead you stay the night –
(and worry not for when
the light would come)

as dreams decided
by our sleep –
will slumber never end
our faith (to wait our waking)
as another life begins

were love resigned
to nothing more
than ashes blown away –
seeds where blooms (we planted)
burst to harvest
yesterday

let go my hand –
let go my love
the universe reclaimed
to mornings (we had wandered)
as before –
are now again

were heaven but a notion
of somewhere else we knew –
tho faraway
as angels (flocking) then

living still
within the breath
(eternities between)
as slumber without sleeping –
as dreams within
the dream
. . .

pearls ~

13 Tuesday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, Storytelling

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spare me
the telling
of where you might be
when the last
of the last days
is come

sew not confusion
o’er shadows reset
or living made less –
in pursuit
of the one

strained consequences
as someone sleeps in –
wrapped
in another man’s vow

bring me to worship
where questions
still burn –
awaiting of truth
to remember us now

breath to these embers
a moment too late
as words seldom used
stain the floor

death or delusion
I’d choose – rightly so
the turning of words
to the asking
for more

spare me the telling
of where you are now
forgotten
the reasons to go

sit me the night
at the doorway to next –
awash in the wonder
of tellings untold
. . .

let me ~

12 Monday Nov 2012

Posted by tornadoday in Poetry, verse

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becoming, bliss, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, living, love, passion, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

let me speak
not of fear
but allowing for grace
would learn more
by loving each one
carried as verse
over moments rehearsed
and long still for curses
undone
let me rise
as a summer
glimmered with light –
and rolled past the blue
as a bird into flight
let me float on the wishes
unheard by the stars
and found still to others
unsaid –
guarded from death
by the promise of birth
and shadows come round
as a light ‘cross my bed
let me speak of forever
in tones soft and sweet –
and stall not the vision
of one day to meet
as was written before
unto tablets of stone –
let me love
as was loved –
e’er before love was known
let me give
not of grief a place here to stay
or wait as the night
comes slow to the day
were memories bound
to a place on the sand –
or warmth made much more
than hands wrapped
in hands
let me live
let me wander –
as my days would allow
give me bliss
unsurrendered –
each forever
to now